Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 7, 2013 22:41:38 GMT -6
LIT vs Molly
Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one and is a chained at the wrist match. Making his way to the ring, from Fort Polk Louisiana, LOST IN TIIIIIIIIME
The beginning of 10 Years "Actions and Motives"
begins to bellow forth. The stage lights flicker to a flourescent blue
and white, the arena lights flashing off completely, and a white mist
begins to run down the stage, march down the entrance ramp and invade
the ring. Up on the Jumbotron plays Lost's highlights from NEW and other wrestling
federations he has been in. Him winning the NEW Tag Team Championship
and celebrating with Aaron Bomb. Another clip of him winning the same
title with Ozario Liscio. Him and some of his matches in Hell's Xtreme
Wrestling against Shale Stevens. And it ends with a clip of him winning
the HXW Heavyweight Championship. The arena turns to black.
Lost is looming, knelt upon the entrance ramp. Head down, muscles
clenched and mind ready. Head quickly snapping into place, Lost wastes
no time advancing to his battleground. With every step he gets closer to
the ring. Calm and collected, a sense of seriousness radiates off his
mountanious figure as he slowly climbs into the ring.
And his opponent, from somewhere over the rainbow, Molly Mayhem.
Riot by Three Days Grace plays and Molly down the ramp. She steps into the ring, and the ref approaches her. He fits the chain around both competitors wrist, and locks them on.
THE BELL RINGS DING DING DING
Both competitors step forward trying to get used to a big chain wrapped around their wrist. Molly comes in with a clothesline, but Lost ducks it, striking her in the stomach as she passes. Molly keels over a moment from the blow, and Lost takes advantage. He comes up behind Molly, he quickly wraps the chain over her back connecting again at her stomach. As quickly as the wrap happened, he pulls the chain up under Molly’s arms, and behind her head. Molly’s now locked in a full nelson of sorts with a chain. Lost pulls back, causing molly to hang at Lost’s mercy. She flails and struggles, and tries to turn over, but Lost just pulls tighter on the chain, cinching her arms higher.
“THIS MATCH IS GOING TO END SOON.” Vince Walters yells, seeing the events in the ring.
“Don’t count Molly out yet,” Jill responds.
Lost keeps cinching, but Molly hasn’t given up or passed out yet. Finally Lost gets impatient, grabs Molly around the head and hits a reverse DDT. Molly is laid out flat, and not moving very quickly. Lost hurries to his feet, and tries to move out of the ring, but reaches the end of the leash. He looks back at Molly, and tugs a couple times, but it doesn’t free itself. Lost walks over to the downed Molly, and begins trying to untangle the chain. Suddenly Molly wraps the chain around his neck, tugs, and pulls him to the mat, head bouncing on it. Molly jumps on the back of Lost, and pulls tight on the chain around Lost’s neck. The ref begins the count.
1…2…3…4…
Molly releases the chain, again she tightens, but this time Lost stands up. Molly is hanging onto the chain as hard as she can as it’s wrapped around Lost’s throat. Lost is moving around the ring, trying to shake Molly. She wraps her legs around him, and Lost stumbles a bit. Finally he slams Molly back first in the corner, loosening her legs. Lost steps forward a few steps, and does a strong shake, which sends Molly around his shoulder towards the front. Molly’s momentum causes Lost to start stumbling forward, and he grabs, but is able to grab Molly and hit her with a massive Black Hole Slam. Molly folds up like an accordion. Lost removes the chain from his neck, and bends, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
“This has been an insane match. Even you Jill can understand what is going on.”
“Screw you Vince, I know more about wrestling than you’ll ever know.”
“I’ve forgotten more about wrestling than you’ll ever know there hot cheeks.”
Lost grabs Molly by the chain attached to her wrist, and drags her across the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and to the corner. He pulls Molly all the way to the corner post, shoulder wrestling on it, and releases some chain, and runs around the corner, smashing Molly’s arm into the post, and then pulls tight, nearly lying down on the floor, as Molly’s arm wraps around that post. Molly begins flailing, and finally she rolls just enough to fall out of the ring. Lost falls to his back. Molly and Lost get up about the same time, Molly shaking her shoulder to bring back circulation. Lost runs at her, but Molly ducks it and pulls back on the chain, spinning Lost around just in time to get beheaded by a punishing clothes line.
“How is Molly still in this match?”
“Because she’s a woman, women are much stronger than men Vince.”
“Like hell they are.”
Jill slaps Vince on the back, and his neck pops a little.
“OW MY NECK YOU UGLY SKANK.”
“Point proven.”
Molly climbs back into the ring, and starts pulling lost up, and under the ropes. Lost finally gets in the ring, and starts to get up. Molly comes up beside him and kicks him square in the ribs. Lit drops to the mat holding his gut. Molly bends over to pick up Lost, but he manages to hit Molly in the throat. He slowly gets to his feet, as Molly gags and coughs in the ring. Lost kicks Molly in the gut, throws her head between his legs, and begins lifting her up to his shoulders. Molly tries to hit Lost, but it doesn’t faze him. Lost then drops like a guillotine, planting Molly on her back on the mat.
“I wonder if Molly ever tried this position?”
“Shut up Vince, god you’re an idiot.”
Lit wraps up the feet of Molly, pulls her feet up over her head, and plants his boot into her chest.
“Now I know she’s tried this one.”
“Vince, seriously.”
Jill raises her hand, and Vince cowers, and then flinches in pain.
Lost pulls the feet further, again planting his boot, and holding it this time. The ref begins the count.
1…
2…
3…
And your winner, LOSSSSSSSSSSST IN TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE
Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one and is a chained at the wrist match. Making his way to the ring, from Fort Polk Louisiana, LOST IN TIIIIIIIIME
The beginning of 10 Years "Actions and Motives"
begins to bellow forth. The stage lights flicker to a flourescent blue
and white, the arena lights flashing off completely, and a white mist
begins to run down the stage, march down the entrance ramp and invade
the ring. Up on the Jumbotron plays Lost's highlights from NEW and other wrestling
federations he has been in. Him winning the NEW Tag Team Championship
and celebrating with Aaron Bomb. Another clip of him winning the same
title with Ozario Liscio. Him and some of his matches in Hell's Xtreme
Wrestling against Shale Stevens. And it ends with a clip of him winning
the HXW Heavyweight Championship. The arena turns to black.
Lost is looming, knelt upon the entrance ramp. Head down, muscles
clenched and mind ready. Head quickly snapping into place, Lost wastes
no time advancing to his battleground. With every step he gets closer to
the ring. Calm and collected, a sense of seriousness radiates off his
mountanious figure as he slowly climbs into the ring.
And his opponent, from somewhere over the rainbow, Molly Mayhem.
Riot by Three Days Grace plays and Molly down the ramp. She steps into the ring, and the ref approaches her. He fits the chain around both competitors wrist, and locks them on.
THE BELL RINGS DING DING DING
Both competitors step forward trying to get used to a big chain wrapped around their wrist. Molly comes in with a clothesline, but Lost ducks it, striking her in the stomach as she passes. Molly keels over a moment from the blow, and Lost takes advantage. He comes up behind Molly, he quickly wraps the chain over her back connecting again at her stomach. As quickly as the wrap happened, he pulls the chain up under Molly’s arms, and behind her head. Molly’s now locked in a full nelson of sorts with a chain. Lost pulls back, causing molly to hang at Lost’s mercy. She flails and struggles, and tries to turn over, but Lost just pulls tighter on the chain, cinching her arms higher.
“THIS MATCH IS GOING TO END SOON.” Vince Walters yells, seeing the events in the ring.
“Don’t count Molly out yet,” Jill responds.
Lost keeps cinching, but Molly hasn’t given up or passed out yet. Finally Lost gets impatient, grabs Molly around the head and hits a reverse DDT. Molly is laid out flat, and not moving very quickly. Lost hurries to his feet, and tries to move out of the ring, but reaches the end of the leash. He looks back at Molly, and tugs a couple times, but it doesn’t free itself. Lost walks over to the downed Molly, and begins trying to untangle the chain. Suddenly Molly wraps the chain around his neck, tugs, and pulls him to the mat, head bouncing on it. Molly jumps on the back of Lost, and pulls tight on the chain around Lost’s neck. The ref begins the count.
1…2…3…4…
Molly releases the chain, again she tightens, but this time Lost stands up. Molly is hanging onto the chain as hard as she can as it’s wrapped around Lost’s throat. Lost is moving around the ring, trying to shake Molly. She wraps her legs around him, and Lost stumbles a bit. Finally he slams Molly back first in the corner, loosening her legs. Lost steps forward a few steps, and does a strong shake, which sends Molly around his shoulder towards the front. Molly’s momentum causes Lost to start stumbling forward, and he grabs, but is able to grab Molly and hit her with a massive Black Hole Slam. Molly folds up like an accordion. Lost removes the chain from his neck, and bends, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
“This has been an insane match. Even you Jill can understand what is going on.”
“Screw you Vince, I know more about wrestling than you’ll ever know.”
“I’ve forgotten more about wrestling than you’ll ever know there hot cheeks.”
Lost grabs Molly by the chain attached to her wrist, and drags her across the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and to the corner. He pulls Molly all the way to the corner post, shoulder wrestling on it, and releases some chain, and runs around the corner, smashing Molly’s arm into the post, and then pulls tight, nearly lying down on the floor, as Molly’s arm wraps around that post. Molly begins flailing, and finally she rolls just enough to fall out of the ring. Lost falls to his back. Molly and Lost get up about the same time, Molly shaking her shoulder to bring back circulation. Lost runs at her, but Molly ducks it and pulls back on the chain, spinning Lost around just in time to get beheaded by a punishing clothes line.
“How is Molly still in this match?”
“Because she’s a woman, women are much stronger than men Vince.”
“Like hell they are.”
Jill slaps Vince on the back, and his neck pops a little.
“OW MY NECK YOU UGLY SKANK.”
“Point proven.”
Molly climbs back into the ring, and starts pulling lost up, and under the ropes. Lost finally gets in the ring, and starts to get up. Molly comes up beside him and kicks him square in the ribs. Lit drops to the mat holding his gut. Molly bends over to pick up Lost, but he manages to hit Molly in the throat. He slowly gets to his feet, as Molly gags and coughs in the ring. Lost kicks Molly in the gut, throws her head between his legs, and begins lifting her up to his shoulders. Molly tries to hit Lost, but it doesn’t faze him. Lost then drops like a guillotine, planting Molly on her back on the mat.
“I wonder if Molly ever tried this position?”
“Shut up Vince, god you’re an idiot.”
Lit wraps up the feet of Molly, pulls her feet up over her head, and plants his boot into her chest.
“Now I know she’s tried this one.”
“Vince, seriously.”
Jill raises her hand, and Vince cowers, and then flinches in pain.
Lost pulls the feet further, again planting his boot, and holding it this time. The ref begins the count.
1…
2…
3…
And your winner, LOSSSSSSSSSSST IN TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE